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Bozhidar Pangelov&Vania Konstantinova/In Memoriam/ Under the Coat of Arms In Malta, in the ancient walls is beating the sea so salty. Somewhere behind, distant, hidden are shining through southern almonds. There is no moon. The light is illuming herself in the pearl of your eyes. Harmonious. Without gunshots of the squadrons by Lepanto. The falcons on the coat of arms fall asleep, never wanted, in honor and dignity. Vania Konstantinova Behind the Gates Behind the gates of Mdina I hide you, far of any nemesis, of foam and stretched sails. Behind the towers of the castle. In the most inner yard. Under the spurts of the cascade, more precious than silver. Here they see only the eyes of the peacocks, whisked their tails for cooling. Keepers of the secret with their tongues wrested. And when your brush sculptures the bracelet around my ankle, reflected in Venetian mirror like a trap – I forget who you are and the sin with head chopped off, I forget about the death … Vania Konstantinova was born, in Sofia. She graduated Classical Ballet in her native town and in Petersburg as well as Polish Philology in Sofia University and Jagiellonian University, Krakow. She's co-author of the poetic book Four Cycles (along with Bozhidar Pangelov). Her collection of short stories Thank You Mister One is published in autumn of 2008. Death 2015

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Date: 5/22/2015 9:06:00 PM
Hi my friend.. this is a compelling write and an interesting read.. Hope you have a wonderful and relaxing weekend!
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Date: 5/23/2015 2:33:00 AM
Thank you my friend! Today will be read literary works in memory of Vania Konstantinova.